(oo) And "FREEDOM! FREEDOM!" is the answering shout
Of nations, starting from the spell of years. G.D. PRENTICE.


(<) The thunders hushed,--
The trembling lightning fled away in fear,--
(_p._) The foam-capt surges sunk to quiet rest,--
The raging winds grew still,--
(_pp_.) There was a calm.
(o,o,) "Quick! Man the boat!" (=) Away they spring
The stranger ship to aid,
(_f_.) And loud their hailing voices ring,
As rapid speed they made.


(p) Hush! lightly tread! still tranquilly she sleeps;
I've watched, suspending e'en my breath, in fear
To break the heavenly spell. (_pp_.) Move silently.
Can it be?
Matter immortal? and shall spirit die?
Above the nobler, shall less nobler rise?
(<) Shall man alone, for whom all else revives,
No resurrection know? (o<) Shall man alone,
Imperial man! be sown in barren ground,
Less privileged than grain, on which he feeds? YOUNG.


(=) Away! away to the mountain's brow,
Where the trees are gently waving;
(_''_) Away! away to the vale below,